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"
I
suppose
Michael
will
be
getting
home
presently
?
"
"
I
suppose
so
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
come
back
to
my
house
and
have
a
talk
?
"
That
was
what
she
called
taking
a
cue
.
"
I
’
d
love
it
,
"
she
answered
,
putting
into
her
tone
the
slight
blush
which
she
felt
would
have
well
become
her
cheek
.
They
got
into
his
car
and
drove
to
Hill
Street
.
He
took
her
into
his
study
.
It
was
on
the
ground
floor
and
looked
on
a
tiny
garden
.
The
french
windows
were
wide
open
.
They
sat
down
on
a
sofa
.
"
Put
out
some
of
the
lights
and
let
the
night
into
the
room
,
"
said
Julia
.
She
quoted
from
The
Merchant
of
Venice
.
"
’
In
such
a
night
as
this
,
when
the
sweet
wind
did
gently
kiss
the
trees
.
.
.
’
"
Charles
switched
off
everything
but
one
shaded
lamp
,
and
when
he
sat
down
again
she
nestled
up
to
him
.
He
put
his
arm
round
her
waist
and
she
rested
her
head
on
his
shoulder
.
"
This
is
heaven
,
"
she
murmured
.
